"Go for it," Tidus answers when Roland speaks up, an onigiri in his hand and taking a bite. Still tasted fine, which hey, Roland did say that any food they stored would be okay in the Arms, but it was good to know. He'd have to talk to Uta again, maybe start building up some of it over the next couple of days. How much was ten pounds of food anyway...? Might be good to ask Rol later, Mr. Numbers that he was.
But Tidus makes a face at him first, the way he's rushing; an onigiri offered to him, and remarked first before he gets his own answer- "You know there's no rush, right? And you talk about how I eat."
Or something. Tidus never did get what Roland's problem was that one breakfast, but whatever.
"Uta prepared it. You should know him, he's Black Squad and Purple Team. I asked him 'bout making food and storing it. He can make whatever--about 10lbs of it. But I think he needs to know how to make it first."
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But Tidus makes a face at him first, the way he's rushing; an onigiri offered to him, and remarked first before he gets his own answer- "You know there's no rush, right? And you talk about how I eat."
Or something. Tidus never did get what Roland's problem was that one breakfast, but whatever.
"Uta prepared it. You should know him, he's Black Squad and Purple Team. I asked him 'bout making food and storing it. He can make whatever--about 10lbs of it. But I think he needs to know how to make it first."